Seattle Space NeedleThe fun of traveling is you never know what’s around the next corner or the unexpected surprises that wait to fall in your lap. I usually try to catch air flights early in the morning giving me at least an extra half a day in cities that I visit. However for my Seattle vacation the shortest flight available left at 5:30 pm from Tulsa International, so I was traveling during the evening. I usually don’t fly Delta airlines and now I know why I try to avoid their flights. The smaller regional jet was late leaving the gate in Tulsa getting me into Salt Lake City with ten minutes to catch my next flight. Unfortunately my next flight was at the other end of the airport and I was hauling a 40 lb back pack.
Now I am not a twenty five year old, I will be thirty seven in a couple of weeks. The thought of running from one end of a large international airport to the other with the equivalent of a little person strapped to my back with my blown knees and only walking for exercise for the past year was pretty daunting but I went for it. To my surprise I made it to my connecting flight totally out of breath with my calves and knees screaming for mercy with thirty seconds to spare. The others flying with me from the previous connection trying to get to the same airplane where about to pass out from the run. Looking at their bright red faces I realized that all that walking is paying off. I was not in near the bad of shape as I had thought compared to other some younger than myself.
The flight attended at the gate gave us a sadistic smile and said the plane will be delayed another thirty minutes. All the running and panic was in vain. You would think the flight attendant giving us the head start at the other end of the airport could have been more up to date and possible avoided some passengers from pushing a heart attack running a mile in under ten minutes.
Finally boarding the Boeing heavy I noticed some chaos and confusion while people where trying to make it to their assigned seat and row. Migrant workers, some of which I will assume have never been on an airplane before, just grabbed a random seat throughout the entire airplane. I can understand the thought process assuming flights work the same as a bus ride on the ground with first come first serve on seat choice. Chaos ensued and none of the immigrants spoke English. The desperate attendants trying to get the second leg of the flight off the ground kept trying to communicate in English by speaking slower and LOUDER.
Ok lets step back for a minute, I don’t speak Korean, if you speak to me slower and louder in Korean I am STILL not going to have a clue what a person is saying. Finally the attendants had all the Hispanic immigrants stand in the aisles until everyone was seated then just stuck them wherever there was an open seat. Forget about announcements to put your chair in the upright position or raise your tray, they had to go to each immigrant and again speak LOUD and slow to them to no avail. At least I got a great laugh during my flight.
I have received various calls, text, emails and a comment asking me if Seattle was raining as much as Tulsa and the answer is a resounding no. Yes it was cool and pouring down when I arrived and a few off and on showers yesterday but over all the weather has been cool, sunny and just a beautiful as I have always remembered in the Great Northwest. I spent yesterday visiting with my friends and packing up for a overnight stay in Seattle proper and a welcome party. A party that ended at 4:00 am pacific time while my body is still on central time. Lots of great food, plenty of cocktails and wine, great company, lively debates, and a beautiful view of the Sound kept me going till the sun almost rose. I think the full moon must have played a role in everyone acting pretty ornery.
I finally woke around 11:00 am today with what felt like a marching band thudding in my head and a knotted up stomach. Yet another reminder that I am not twenty five anymore. By about two pm I was good to go again and we headed to the Seattle Convention Center for a ride to the top of the Space Needle.
Visiting Seattle off and on for the last seventeen years I had never gone to the top of the over 600’ tall structure and I was determined to finally check it off my list of things to do on this visit. The city of Seattle has done an outstanding job maintaining the facility and the view at the top was worth every penny spent in ticket fare.
True to my “family” being around the world, I of course got cruised by two cute guys while up trying to get some great pictures of the city. It was nice to know I still got “it” but with kids in tow and my wonderful straight friends, nothing other than my beaming smile and a cowboy nod was as far as they got with me. After a day of sight seeing including the Troll Under the Bridge, a statue of Lenin imported from Russia that actually kind of looks like me, and a wonderful meal we headed back to home base of Snohomish. The sunset over the huge spruce and cotton wood trees with the mountains in the background was breath taking.
I have a gut feeling this week is going to be a wonderful break and a blast. Stay tuned for some fun pictures of my trip, including the Troll under the bridge, the sights from the top of the Space Needle and other interesting sights from the Northwest.
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